My body is a temple,
Where pain bows to worship,
My soul is a haven,
Where suffering and hate reside,
My arms are a canvas,
Where a razor slices deep,
My mind is a river,
Where darkness and confusion flow,
My heart is a fountain,
Where wishes are made and forgotten,
My eyes are a pool,
Where longing and sadness wade,
My life is a memory,
Where forgetting is its greatest gift.